“Is…that what you want from me?” Her expression froze. If he was thinking what she thought he was thinking, this wasn’t at all going how she hoped. Yes, technically, she could be booked by the hour, but she’d never accepted a job like that. Cherry became acutely aware of just how warm her face felt. How obnoxious.
“Are you some kind of moron?” Not the best thing to say to someone she was just coming on to. “You really…but then…I only said…” She wanted to tear the card away from him, read it over, and figure out exactly where she went wrong. “You think I’m a hooker!” It was yelped a little too loudly. Between her thin wince and mean squint, it was impossible to tell if she felt more hurt or incredulous.
“Look! I know how it sounds, ‘Cherry Martini,’ but that’s my honest to God name!” It wasn’t. “It’s not some stripper pseudonym like…like, I dunno, Ginger Snaps? You want my nudes that bad, I’ll sell ’em, but…crap.” With a low growl, she pinched the bridge of her nose. “I was being cute. Never introduced myself, so I thought maybe—I was trying to give you my number! I just wrote it. Right there. Right on the back!”
WHAT HE WANTS FROM HER? Isn’t it what she’s offering? He didn’t want anything from her, reallyーthey’d just bumped into each other a few times by chance! Wait, did she think he was out looking for a hooker?!
“ I-I didn’t mean anything by it! It’s justー’cause the way you were talkin’ an’ all, an’, an’ the business cardー “ He doesn’t seem bothered by the volume of their conversation, not so much as sparing a passing glance at anyone that might have heard the turn it’s taken. His eyes fall back to the business card, and he turns it over, cheeks darkening as he sees the number scrawled there. He just...hadn’t thought that she...this...
“ Er, um, oh, I... “ Now he’s extra flustered. A girl giving him their number isn’t exactly common. He can’t bring himself to look at her. “ If yer still interested, then... “ She’s probably not.